Pork Chop's Addiction Knows No Bounds

I keep Pork Chop's big container of catnip on a high shelf, so it is safe from his addicted little paws, and I can ration it out to him according to my own specifications. But I woke up Saturday to this:



Apparently, some time during the night, he had jumped onto my office chair, leaped onto my desk, stretched over to the shelving unit, batted the catnip container onto the floor, jumped back down, wrestled the top off the container, and proceeded to get so stoned that he didn't even know where he was. (I asked.)

It's been two days now, and I have not cleaned up the pile of catnip. I figure, he earned it!